Peace the Fuck Out

Oh, Lola, I truly am sorry that your knitting adventures have taken a detour down Shitty Lane. It's not a pretty sight, Shitty Lane . . . it's littered with the remains of Salt Peanuts, misguided Fair Isles, and the left overs of numerous socks. Besides, Shitty Lane always (okay - almost always) is a quick little jaunt before you hit Mediocre Street or Knock My Head In Avenue.

You could have been faced with prom this weekend, Lola. While you had your son watering the grass with a spray bottle (which we found adorable), Betty got ready for all things prom like. She got her hair done; she got her nails done; she let her mother apply her make-up which she promptly wiped off watch as she skillfully applied her make-up; she was a babe and then some. For the Flyer and me, parents who are still new to this "here's my daughter, take good care of our baby" stuff, prom was relatively stress free. The girls' school district has prom the same weekend as Memorial Day and always buses the kids some place out of state. This meant no after parties, no weekend at the Shore, no staying out late. I think you will agree, Betty makes one hell of a cutie and her boyfriend cleans up nicely, too.

It wasn't all prom crap this weekend, oh no . . . there was grading and a wee little bit of knitting to go along with it. I am sure you would be dazzled by my artful parlance of the grading process, but I would hate to dispell your strong held beliefs about it. Instead, I give you a finished object. Yes, I actually finished something. So who cares if it was last week and I just got around to blocking it yesterday? Who cares if Veronica has already claimed it? Who cares if I forgot where I put the Koigu bands so I would remember which lot it was because Cathi asked weeks ago? Instead, I proudly display a finished Chevron.

This is one of those mindless dream knits. Is it any wonder there are a billion and one Chevrons floating around on the Internet? The pattern is easily memorizable (even if I forgot it for a second or two), it knits up fairly fast (although I wouldn't call it a Last Minute Knitted Gift), and the knitter (that would be me) can play around with the color combinations. I am calling this the Be In Before Dark Chevron as the colors remind me of the sun setting right before Mom would yell at us to be home. Veronica, who again really, really digs this scarf but not enought to make one for herself, was gracious enough to model for me. She likes it wrapped around her head and points out it would keep her warm on the long walk to school in the morning when the weather is wicked. Again, a school bus would also do the trick, but I digress.

That's it for me. We have a school field trip to an amusement park some two hours away. That, kids, means this little BlackSheep can knit for four hours with little interuption. For that, I cast on the Suzie Hug Me Tight. I added an extra eight inches as I wanted it a bit bigger. This could be a trip to Shitty Lane for me, Lola. Or it could be a ticket to Baby You Look Good Boulevard. I'm shooting for the last one.

Ava

PS - speaking of Shitty Lane, do any of you remember playing a game called "Witchy Witch?" Lola and I played it for hours when we were kids, but then again, our mother says we are special.

Comments

[lola]

I know that they're growing up & they even look grown up, but every time I see them, I see sweet little babies covered with lotion & syrup.

[Hygiene Dad]

Good Lord, the prom?

I'm not ready for that. I remember carrying them around to look at the train that passed through your backyard.

They are beautiful!

[mamie]

your girls are beautiful and so grown. my younger brother just went to his junior prom. although i am not that far removed from high school (able to vaguely remember not going to mine)it makes me marvel to see him at the age of 17 (i was 15 when he was born). it goes quickly, doesn't it? love the chevron. btw: you and your sis are hilarious writers. so refreshing to see profanity, ahhhhhhhhhhh. now go see my boob posted for the world to peruse. smiles.